
Today I needed a break from trivia and coding. Today was beautiful - plants bursting forth, flowers abloom in electric colors, clear blue skies, warm sun, and a slight breeze. I walked up the hill to our house after lunch, taking photos along the way.
The top splotch above is honeysuckle (wonderful scent memories of summer in the South, age 9) ; the lower blob is maidenhair fern. I chopped them into roughly Rothko proportions and ran them through several effects. Voila. A collaborative work by God, Mark Rothko, and me. Ah, the company I keep.
My interests include the nature of time,the design process,visual learning,
meta-learning, and how people learn, yet my sites don't emphasize these. I'm going to be refining the structure and the message I broadcast and the relationshiop I want with others on the web.
It's impossible not to treat one's pets as humans. Years ago a friend took me and his Russian wolfhound to The Fog City Diner. (We sat outside in back.) He said children can learn a lot from dogs. Growing, needing, death.

When I wandered into the kitchen this morning, I found a note on the counter: "Please feed the dogs." As I opened a can of dog food, Smokey could hardly contain himself. He turned in circles, he stood up on this hind legs, he twised and turned, he let out a little moan of anticipation. Latte cowered on the couch in the living room.
Smokey stuck his muzzle into his dish the second it hit the floor, probably thinking to himself, "Let's see how fast I can eat this." Latte eyed me suspiciously and slowly sniffed his food to check out whether I was trying to poison him. Ever so slowly, he would take a bite, look around, check for marauding enemies, and sniff the bowl before taking the next bite.
We all know people like Smokey and Latte. Smokey is enthusiastic, outgoing, optmistic, and cheerful. Latte has issues. He's cautious, withdrawn, and skeptical.
If there were a Myers Briggs for dogs, we'd probably find that Latte is an ISTP, Smokey's an ENFJ. (CPP, are you listening?) As happens so often these days, I wanted to know more and ended up on my own psychology reference page, which informed me that "most of these [MBTI] desires are similar to those seen in animals, and seem to have some survival value."

This has been a great day!

I woke up around 9:00, rolled out of bed, and went to work. Just about at flow state. Then I got a bit panicky, thinking about all I want to accomplish by Friday morning. Urk. I sped up my routines. And then I realized that it wasn't Wednesday. It was Tuesday. Maybe it had been Wednesday in my dreams, but whatever the reason, I'd gained a day out of nowhere. Oooo. Exhileration. I found time to do everything at its appropriate rhythm. Chop wood, carry water. Breathe in, breathe out. Time for my bath.
I know people who set their watch ahead an hour so they won't be late. I wonder if I should begin planning my days on tomorrow's page in the calendar.